The older I get the more I realize I am a strong black woman like Maya Angelou I rise.

It seems like war going on right in front of our eyes, some days it seems like they want us to compromise.

Compromise our dignity, compromise our way of living, compromise the way we speak for what we believe in.

But no. We stand tall. We may fall but we will continue to fight on.

Fight for justice. Fight for peace. Fight for what’s right in our communities. Fight for equality.

We will rise. We will overcome. We will fight until the battle is won’.

Standing up for rights. Standing up for those afraid to speak. Giving all we have, we chant, we just want to be free. Free of hurt, free of pain free of reliving what our ancestors had to bear. Free of seeing our brothers and sisters killed while having their hands in the air begging to have their life spared.

We have never known justice, never known liberty and simply stand and fight for human rights that were taken from WE.

Tired of fighting the same transgressions and refuse to die in the same slavery our ancestors protested

Refusing to compromise our quality of life to simply pacify a people with no conception of what’s right

We will continue to awaken our own, continue to uncover crowns that our oppressors have stole

Enlisting melanated allies to fight for more, our aboriginal powers cannot be torn or taken away

After years of oppression we still shine bright as day, being feed by the sun, glowing and growing with every ray